Road Trip 2

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Road Trip 1

I took a half day off work, as I was going to drive about an hour south for an event which started at 6:30a the next morning. The idea of getting up at 3:30a to get ready and go seemed unappealing. 

As it turns out, an 'acquaintance' was doing the same thing. We would even be staying at the same hotel. This would be convenient for any number of reasons.......obviously. 

Before I left town, I got hit up by some guy who wanted some play. Everything from the description seemed fine, but nothing outstanding. I'd say early 60s, average body, average dick. But he claimed dominance and some kink play. And well..............I like that. That, and he wanted to top. 

Sign me up. 

So, before heading out of town, I took a detour to his place. The street was right out of suburbia of a tame Tim Burton movie. Every house almost the same. The same yard. The same everything. Except for the pervert neighbor, I'm assuming. 

Things were fairly standard. For me. I get I'm not 'vanilla', but I also see what others see as kink to be some of my vanilla. It's all in how you view it and the different gradations, no? 

He wanted me blindfolded and to do 'things' to me. We didn't agree on what could no be done, nor did we discuss a safe word. I just went with it. 

Unlike most blindfolds, I could see nothing out of this. So many you can see shadows or movements. More often than not, I pretend I can't see more than I do. Less than I do?  Whichever. 

Before I got blindfolded, I saw a few dildos and a riding crop laid out on the bed. 

He first presented his cock to my mouth. I took in. It was medium. About 6" I'd say. I sucked him, but he was kneeling at the bed my head turned to take him in. Not a great position, but that's ok too. I knew oral was not the main event. 

Being blindfolded, the senses are heightened. He was moving around and I was trying to figure out "what next".  It didn't take long. 

Soon, one of the dildos was nudging my hole. He had lubed it up and pressed. It was steady but gentle pressure. He knew what he was doing until the hole opened up and he slid in the head and about 3".  I sighed - a good one - and he kept pushing in till it hit bottom. 

Enough lube was on that it felt great. It filled up the hole, but not overly so. That would be the second one he'd insert. With the second one, it was much thicker. Still, my hole spread for it and soon enough he was moving it around with good movements. He was hitting my prostate and I was enjoying the feeling. I liked not being able to see him too. It added to the experience. 

He pushed it all the way in and left it. 

I could feel him stepping back a bit, not knowing what was happening next. But soon found out he picked up the crop and started lightly hitting my inner thighs. If you haven't been hit by a crop, even a light touch can sting under the right hands. I'm not big on saying 'no', or even looking like I don't enjoy something, so he must have been watching for reactions, and when he didn't get a negative one, he increased the strikes. The only reaction those got were moans. If pleasure or pain (or both), he didn't seem to care and carried on. 

That kept up for a while until he moved on. I felt my cock and balls being surrounded by rope. He tied a knot and told me to hold up the rest of the line. 

Then he did something it took me a little bit to figure out what. I'd been a pinch and pressure on different parts of my scrotum. I wasn't 100% sure what he was doing, but had a good idea. I'd find out later when he sent me this. 

11, that I can count, clothespins attached to me. 

I don't know I can call myself a 'pain pig', but I have to say over the last few years, impact play has picked up and I enjoy it more and more. Getting it more than giving it. 

He went back to the crop too. I took everything he put my way......including this.....

It was an ok fuck - at best- but it's how one ends a play session usually, no?  He didn't take long and buried his shaft in me when he shot. 

His load in me, I dressed. Didn't even clean up a little and left. I still had an hours long drive to make to meet up with my 'friend'. 

Men are Pigs

Yes, the title is misleading. Kind of. 

Men, when it comes to sex, are usually pigs. Present company included. I think there is a place for that in sex when it comes to guy-to-guy action. I am, and like, being one. 

But honestly, what is it with guys and their unsanitary living arrangements?

A decent enough looking guy hit me up on one of the apps. Decent dick - it seemed. He was a few blocks away from the Panera where I was sitting, because they had wifi and an outlet. 

He was hosting. He gave me his 4-1-1 and I headed over. But you know, there is always so much drama with a certain faction of people. Immediately I knew he'd be one. 

He meets me outside. But he claims he locked himself out of his apartment and can't get ahold of the super. He's looking for alternatives. At this point, I am not. I trot across the street to the library to take a piss. Miraculously as I return to get to my car he can get in. 

Brother!

He mentions casually, his place is - and I quote - "a little messy".  I off-handily ask if there are roaches or something?  He denies this claim. 

I mean, there has to be roaches. Right?  Probably rats. 

And this was living area. The bedroom and hallway? Worse. 

....and this is why I'm a pig. The sex kind.  I stayed. 

And I shouldn't have. 

Everything about this would rank on my top 5 worst tricks - and in early days was raped. Twice!  ...and those don't make the top 5. 

Honestly, I've never blown a guy like this before. He lay on his back on his bed full of two or three closets worth of clothing. I go between his legs and he kind of closes his legs like a vice, and then puts them up on the air and starts to bring them back like a yoga pose. 

And holds it there for the entire time I'm there. It makes it almost impossible to reach his cock, let alone aptly swallow it or bob on it. 

He got off in 2-3 minutes. It seemed like hours. And I have no idea how he got off. I don't believe it was anything I did. I don't know I did anything. 

It was just horrific. 

Sadly, this guy is not alone in housekeeping practices. Lately, I've seen almost equal kinds of dwellings - which have never seen a vacuum or sponge. Not a single square inch on a kitchen counter and every plate, glass and utensil dirty. 

At some point I should have a backbone and just say, "you know........this is no gonna work for me....". I wonder when the day will come.  Or if. 

Not Seen {allegedly}

I was sniffing around on Sniffies when I spotted this. 

Honestly, what's not to like?  Big head. Thick shaft. Veins. Decent bush. 

36, 190, 6'0". He wanted sucked. But he said he'd be blindfolded. I'd walk in, find him and suck. And after he got off he wanted me to bust my nut on him. 

I was certainly for the first half. 

He asked if I shot a lot. I replied in the affirmative. I honestly had almost zero intention of doing so. If he were to be truly blindfolded, I'd do what I wanted to do and get the fuck out of there. And then there is the thing after guys shoot:  they're done. They have little to no intention of continuing anything. Let alone with a stranger in their place. 

I found the address and waited for instructions how to get into the building. As I wanted it to be anon as possible, I stood out of sight of any apartment windows or cams. He texted asking how my mouth felt, I told him, "you're about to find out".  He had me come in a side entrance and his was the first apartment on the right. 

I walked down and in and found this......

"Blindfolded" would be a stretch. I'm guessing one can probably see through a tan knit cap. But fuck, it's a cock. I'll play along. 

I went down on my knees and started licking his nuts. No reaction - physical of verbal. 

My tongue traced the underside of his shaft, up to the head and then enveloped the corona. Things sprang to life. It only took a few swipes of my lips and tongue to have him at full mast. 

The spit from my mouth made his shaft glisten. It made for easy gliding as I made sure my tongue did a lot of work while bobbing up and down. 

He moaned a little but was not very verbal. His foot went to my crotch to feel out my own cock. I was hard and he felt it, but I unzipped and hauled it out for him to really feel with his foot. He never attempted to reach for it - but that didn't seem to be part of the plan. 

I was good, if I say so myself, easily deep throating that cock. My lips to his pubes. My constriction of said mouth on his buried shaft. 

The guy was revved up I guess. It didn't take long for him to get close. I considered edging him for a bit, but that's not what this scene was about.  Blow n Go. 

The odd thing, as he started to shoot, he tried to push me away.  

FUCK THAT. 

I took his head in my mouth and got the load. Most of it. Some splashed on his thigh and I licked that up too. 

He lay there while I stood up. My dick was out but I wasn't gonna stroke and shoot. Turns out, like I predicted he didn't want that. He just muttered "no.......no.....".   

I zipped up, thanked him, walked out the door and drove away. 

....and then he blocked me.  Story of my life. 

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